Why do you look at me, when you hate me?
Why should I look at you, when you make me hate you too?
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
I don't even understand why the fuck you even care
Chorus:
And I don't need your jealously, yeah
Why drag me down in your misery
And when you stare, you don't think I feel it
But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm having fun, you know I can't conceal it
'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game, oh, no
Chorus:
And when you're talking about a vasectomy, yeah
I'll be writing down your obituary,
history, ouh
You got you bitches with the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip protections
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice
Pain!!!
And that goes for all you punks in the press
That want to start shit by printin' lies
Instead of hte things we said
That means you
Andy Secher at Hit Parader
Circus Magazine
Mick Wall at Kerrang
Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin
What you piseed off
Cuz your dad gets more pussy than you?
Fuck you
Suck my fuckin' dick
You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned
Money to read about the bands
They want to know about
Printin' lies startin' controversy
You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me, motherfucker
Get in the ring, motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitch little ass
Punk!
I don't like you, I just hate you
I'm gonna kick your ass, oh yeah, oh yeah!
You may not like our integrity, yeah
We built a world out of anarchy, oh yeah